"Getting in was easy enough. It's the getting out that was awkward. These jokers had fixed up some kind of a spring so that I nearly shot out with the door," said Guerchard, rubbing his elbow.
"But how did you get into it? How the deuce did you get into it?" cried M. Formery.
"Through the little cabinet into which that door behind the safe opens. There's no longer any back to the safe; they've cut it clean out of it—a very neat piece of work. Safes like this should always be fixed against a wall, not stuck in front of a door. The backs of them are always the weak point."
"And the key? The key of the safe upstairs, in my bedroom, where the coronet is—is the key there?" cried M. Gournay-Martin.
Guerchard went back into the empty safe, and groped about in it. He came out smiling.
"Well, have you found the key?" cried the millionaire.
"No. I haven't; but I've found something better," said Guerchard.
"What is it?" said M. Formery sharply.
"I'll give you a hundred guesses," said Guerchard with a tantalizing smile.
"What is it?" said M. Formery.
"A little present for you," said Guerchard.
